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en my cock slid inside him I felt sensations I'd never even imagined.  My world transformed, turned inside out, then turned back right again.  I didn't know my body could feel this good -- it was incredible, mind-blowing...I was fucking another man for the first time, and it was wonderful. Here is how it began...I was about twenty-two.  After meeting Bryan through a friend at a party, we started talking and the next thing we knew it was the next day and everyone was gone or asleep.  But we had shared a special night, a meeting of minds, as we discovered all kinds of things we had in common.
We went out on our first date that night, and by the next week we were officially an item.  Bryan was handsome, with a kind face and pretty eyes.  A professional dancer, he was slender and lithe.  Our sex got better and better as time went on.After a few months he asked me to fuck him.  A little embarrassed, I told him that I'd love to -- and that I'd never done it before.  He just smiled and said we'd make it up as we went along.  We agreed to get together that evening.When I arrived at his apartment, the door was a little ajar.  I walked into his home, where warm darkness and comforting candle-light greeted me.After closing and locking the door, I found him in his bedroom.  He was ready.And so was I.Bryan was older than me by a few years, but I was bigger.  Stronger too, although he had an agile strength all his own.  His face was gentle, beautiful.  He looked at me with eyes that said I'm ready, I'll follow your lead, wherever you go.  I looked at him and wanted him so badly.Not just wanted him sexually -- I wanted to love him, to be inside him, to earn his trust and affection, to make him feel good, as good as he'd made me feel......and I wanted to fuck him better than he'd ever been fucked.My cock was already hard at the thought of his welcoming ass.  I closed the bedroom door and the darkness settled around us.Turning around, I saw him waiting for me.  His eyes met mine without hesitation.  In those eyes was desire and submission.  "I'll do what you want." he whispered.  "I trust you."  I walked over to him and kissed his mouth, gently at first, then harder. As my lips touched his my cock got stiffer.  Moving closer, our crotches started rubbing together.  His cock was stirring and growing larger too. I just kept kissing him, encircling his body with my arms. It was so good to hold him that way, to feel his muscles and strength under my own, trusting me.  My hands moved down and found the edge of his shirt. Grasping the fabric with both hands I lifted it up, revealing Bryan's smooth flat stomach and his beautiful chest.  He helped me pull his shirt over his head and we let it drop to the floor.I saw myself reflected in his eyes and felt like I could lose myself in them, falling deeper and deeper.  They were ocean blue, sparkling and alive with possibilities.Dropping down to my knees, I worshipped him -- in love with him, in love with his body, in love with what we were doing and about to do."I want you so much..." I said, hardly knowing how to put my feelings into words."I want you too," Bryan answered.  "I'm yours, do what you want with me." When I reached up and pulled his shorts open, his cock was so hard in his underwear that it jutted out from between his legs.  I let his shorts fall to his ankles and moved forward, pressing my face into his groin.  Running my chin and cheeks up, down and around, I explored the beautiful curve of his cock through the fabric.Then I reached up one last time and grasped the edges of his underwear.  His hands touched my head and his fingers burrowed into my hair, smoothing through it as he stroked my scalp.  I pulled his underwear forward, then down, and his cock was exposed, waiting for me.Bryan's eyes were closed and his hands were in my hair. My tongue came out of my mouth and touched the head of his penis, and both it and my tongue trembled.  I ran my tongue up and down his shaft and he moaned and tightened his grip, grasping handfuls of my hair.  I couldn't stand it any longer and I grabbed his legs in both of my arms, lifting him up and back, onto the bed.  He fell back, resting his head on the pillows, and I quickly yanked his shorts and underwear off from around his ankles.I pulled off my own clothes.  Standing there at the foot of the bed for a second, I stared at him.  He was so beautiful, laying there waiting for me, and I confident and dominating in my nakedness. Our hard cocks were twin curves in the darkness, two crescent moons.  Bryan smiled at me and I felt consumed with desire for him. I crawled up onto the bed like an animal, laying down on top of him, pressing down and holding him in place. I kissed him, hard -- hard like our dicks that were rubbing against each other, hard enough to make sparks of excitement fly.  We kissed and kissed, exploring each other's mouths with tongues that slid and pressed against each other, wanting to know every inch, to memorize the other's lips and teeth and tongue... Reaching down between us, I took Bryan's penis in my hand, gripping the perfect curving cylinder and starting to stroke it up and down.  He moaned in pleasure and I knew it was time.  With all my strength I gathered him in my arms and turned him over on his stomach.Smiling contentedly, Bryan turned his head and rested it on his pillow and waited.  His ass was perfect, round and firm and beautiful.  Trembling, I moved down on the bed so I was kneeling on top of him.  My cock was ready.  I rubbed him from the back of his neck all the way down, across his shoulder blades, down his back, over his cheeks, down his legs.  And then I leaned over very far until I was resting on my hands and knees over him, paralleling his body with my own.I took a condom package off his night stand, ripped it open and slid the latex sheath over my cock."Please take me, Chris..." Bryan whispered.  "Please take me..."A squirt of lube from his night stand and I was slick enough to fuck him.The head of my cock felt the entrance to his body, and it quivered.  I stroked it gently with one hand and then with both I gently opened his cheeks until the entrance was fully revealed, and I moved forward and my cockhead was there.  I pushed gently and slipped inside.  He moaned as I filled him with myself, moving in until my dick was all the way in -- I had no more to give, but it was more than enough.He was mine and we were together like one.  It felt incredible, like nothing I'd ever felt.  I started to move back and forth inside him and I was fucking him, for the first time, really fucking another man.  It was surely the greatest pleasure there was.I started moving faster and I felt the muscles of his ass constrict as they held me tighter and created more friction.  We moaned together.Sweat was breaking out all over my body as Bryan was moved back and forth by the force of my thrusting.His eyes were squeezed shut, and he had tightened down below to keep me there, to hold me there, as if he was afraid I would pull out.  It was like he wanted me there forever, never wanting me to leave him.  His fists were clenching and unclenching, and little noises escaped his mouth, little cries of delight and ecstasy as I pumped him harder and harder.The orgasm was building inside me, slowly but surely, insistently, like a countdown that couldn't be stopped.  Close, I was getting very close.I fell forward onto him, crushing him beneath me.  My hands ran through his hair, gripping and releasing, then gripping again.Stretching forward, my lips met his and I kissed him .  I could feel my orgasm begin, like a countdown that cannot be stopped.  Bryan was purring beneath me as I pounded his willing asshole with my manrammer.  It was like my cock was not only a shaft of hot meat but also a ray of light, and I was filling the man I was making love to with that light, a brilliance that made him glow in the dim bedroom.It felt so good I started gasping, gulping for air -- it was like being tickled, pleasure that was so intense it was almost pain.  I tore into Bryan: pumping, reaming, screwing, fucking him until my countdown finished:3 2 1 I climaxed, the light inside me exploding outward and I screamed a cry of ecstasy and dominance, yet somehow it was also submissive at the same time -- as if I was his just as much as he was mine.My condom was filling up with semen as jet after jet squirted out of my cock.When I couldn't scream anymore the scream continued, and I realized it was Bryan, his scream merging with my own.He was feeling everything I felt.  We were together, as close as two human beings can get.And that was enough.Did you ever meet anyone that turned you on so much at first glance that you just hated him for it? OK, that sounds twisted, I know. But damn it, I'm going through life, minding my own business (for a change) and up to me walks this guy, says a polite hello...and my clit whimpered and tried to climb out of my panties. And that is just as uncomfortable as it sounds.I gave him an ugly look and snapped something rude. He smiled at me gently and said "bad day, huh?" That REALLY pissed me off. Where the hell did he get off assuming I'm some kind of nice person the rest of the time...and oh, shit, I carried on like this for a good twenty minutes. He got more and more amused, until I just wanted to belt him one. Finally, I stalked off in a huff, heels clattering out my hostility...which really echoed nicely off the concrete in the parking garage. I slammed my purse down on the hood of my car to hunt for my car keys. That echoed, too. The little squeaking sound I made when he grabbed my arm and spun me around echoed. The crack of my palm across his face seemed to echo forever. His mouth coming down on mine, his tongue thrusting, his fingers gripping my ass...well...that didn't make any sound at all.I struggled for a good nanosecond before I sucked his tongue with everything I had and ground my hips against the rather sizeable bulge arguing with his jeans. I have never wanted a hot, nasty fuck so much in my life. He slid a thigh between my legs and raised it slightly, and I GROUND my cunt against it. My hands were everywhere on him...his face, his hair, his shoulders, his chest...his nipples were hard, my fingertips discovered, and he liked having them pinched lightly. That made me wonder if he liked having them sucked...and I still feel bad about that nice shirt. I MEANT to unbutton it, but my left hand didn't get the message. The yank-rip-suck combination nearly made him cum in his pants. I tongued and nibbled his nipples until he gasped at me in some kind of private language. I smiled and nodded.Apparently what he had said was "may I yank your pantyhose down, toss you up on the hood of your car and eat you?" because that's exactly what he did. His mouth came down like it owned my pussy...licking, slurping, nibbling...biting the lips gently, possessively...flicking against my rigid clit. He gripped my ankles and shoved them up...and his mouth slid down to my ass. He bit me on both cheeks, licked and nibbled, then slid his tongue very lightly up the crack of my ass. Very lightly. So close...so very close. I moaned helplessly, unable to tell him what I wanted. Not that I had to. The minute I surrendered and made the "I want you" sound, his tongue thrust into my ass. He tongue fucked my hole until I was clawing at the hood of the car, trying desperately to hold on and not scream. His mouth moved up to my clit and he sucked it in as one index finger slid in and out of my juicy cunt. My back arched as the slick finger slid into my ass as he power-sucked my clit. I came...and why every windshield in there didn't shatter I do not know. We both froze...me because my brain had exploded and him because he knew somebody had to have heard me scream. Nothing happened. No guards or cops showed up. His eyes gleamed at me and his hands moved. I heard the clink of his belt, the sharp sound of his zipper and the laughter in his voice as he said "come here, bitchy mouth." He slid me off the car, skirt going up to my waist, and my naked ass landed on the cold metal of the bumper. Once the shock of that wore off, I discovered it was a dandy little seat for comfortable cock sucking. It worked out well for him, too, because he could lean forward and brace his palms against the hood of the car while I sucked the absolute hell out of his swollen cock. I stared up at him, watching him watch his cock slide deeper and deeper into my mouth...his eyes getting wide with disbelief as he felt himself slide over my tongue and into my throat. I chuckled and the sound vibrated against him, causing his eyes to roll back into his head, his hips to thrust and his entire load to shoot down my throat. He sat on the bumper next to me for a while, pants and underwear down around his ankles. I think he was trying to get his eyes to focus. I was trying, but not very hard, to get the shit-eating grin off my face. I had never seen a man so completely blind-sided by an orgasm. Finally, he blinked a couple of times and said "wow." I chuckled again, sort of a triumphant sounding chuckle. He looked at me and smiled slowly. "Now you're in trouble," he said softly. He stripped me naked while holding my wrists pinned behind me, his mouth on mine. Didn't pop one button, either. The sheer wicked arousal of being naked in a public place was intoxicating. I ground my body against him, flaunting myself, feeling free and hornier than I've ever been. I wanted it NASTY and I wanted it NOW. He slid his hands all over me and put his mouth against my ear. "Ever had a complete stranger watch you fuck while jacking off before?" I tilted my head at him. "Huh?" I said. He grinned. "There's a guy in a van over there watching us. His beating off." I froze for a second, then thawed rapidly. I discovered at that second I'd had exhibitionist tendencies laying dormant. They surged to life and I grinned. "Then let's give him a good show." He moved me to the corner of the hood, turned me around and bent me over. I braced myself and he rubbed his stiffening cock against my ass, then thrust it into my pussy. I wiggled back at him, loving the way my ass felt as it rubbed against his pubic hair, loving the way my tits jiggled with every movement...and loving knowing the guy in the car was stroking his cock while watching all of it. "Fuck me!" I moaned loudly. "Fuck my hot cunt! Pound your cock in me!" He gripped my hips tight and obliged, each stroke coming in hard enough to lift me to my toes. I humped back at him, feeling every inch of him stroke so deeply. We screwed like crazy, with no attempt to be quiet. Our bodies slapped together, are breathing was harsh and ragged, and neither one of us could shut up. I kept howling "fuck me!" and he released a running stream of compliments about my hot, wet, tight cunt. My cunt got hotter and tighter when I came violently, and got a lot wetter when he came with an equal force. He stayed hard, slamming his cock deep into my creamy pussy, then took it out and rubbed it up and down the crack of my ass. "Yes!" I said in a cracked voice. "OH, YES!!" He worked his cock into my ass slowly and carefully. He felt huge! His balls slammed against my clit as he began to pump. I thrust my ass back, wanting every inch of his cock to impale my hot, horny hole. He built up the rhythm slowly, until he fucked my tight hole in a frenzy. He reached around me, one hand gripping my left nipple hard, the other going right for my clit and rubbing. The combined sensations nearly drove me insane. He withdrew suddenly, turned me and flipped me easily up on the hood of the car. He grabbed the backs of my knees and shoved hard, thrusting his cock into my hole as my ass rose. "Yes!" he breathed, watching his cock fuck my asshole. "YES!! So fucking tight! Your hole is so fucking tight! Spread your pussy lips!" I reached down, and spread myself open for him. He looked demented, eyes dark and gleaming, gasping through his mouth. "Fuck my hole DEEP!" I said loudly. "Fuck my ass DEEP!" He licked his lips, nodded helplessly, and worked his hips as fast and as hard as he could. It was an orgy of pleasure/pain and I wanted it to go on forever. "Fuck me," I said again. "Fuck me so hard I can't stand it. Fuck my tight hole ALL the way open! Fill my ass with your cum! Flood me with your hot cum! I want my ass to overflow!" The single most erotic sight I've ever seen was the stunned expression on that man's face. Ah, I thought, and raised my head, glaring at me. "Do you hear me?" I howled. "Fuck it OPEN!! Fuck my ass HARD!! Fuck my ass like a whore's cunt!! Make me your ass-pussy!! SCREW MY HOLE!! Flood my with cum!! I want to feel your hot cream pour down both my legs. I want you to shoot a LOAD in me!! I want that big dick of yours to pump and pump and PUMP cum into me!! Fill me!! FLOOD ME WITH YOUR CUM!!" He fucked my ass like a machine, his face twisted with ecstasy, sweat pouring, his slick palms shoved into the backs of my knees. His eyes had gone blank, every nerve ending in his body stimulated by his relentlessly fucking cock. I rubbed my clit, making myself cum again and again, shrieking "FUCK ME!! FUCK ME AS I CUM FOR YOU!!" He threw back his head and howled like an animal as his cock released spurt after spurt after spurt of hot cream in my ass. I got my wish and then some. He flooded me! I felt splash out with his final strokes, then caught him as he pitched forward on top of me. After a while, he lifted his head and said something that sounded like "mxlpixitdarnf." I had to agree with him. The guy in the van agreed with him, too. Warm and wet, the set of lips wrapped tightly around the head of Thomas John Bullen's bone-hard cock slid steadily lower, until all itch-red eight inches vanished from sight. "That's it, cocksucker," Bull groaned under his breath, reaching one hand down to encircle the back of the buzzed scalp between his spread legs, pulling it closer. "Show me how much you love my fuckin' dick…" Bull closed his eyes, tried not to think that the mouth slurping on his boner belonged to another nineteen year old fuck-up on his way to boot camp hell, tried not to think how good it felt, much better, he realized than even the woman who'd sucked it all summer. In the shadows of the last urine-stinking stall of the compound's latrine, Bull did his best to imagine the mouth humming up and down on his shaft belonged to Becky Kendall. He thought about her brown hair and wet lips, the smell of her perfume, the clean-shaved tightness of her cunt, hell, even the taste of it after he'd fucked her full of his juice. But try as he did, there was no denying it. Soon-to-be-Private Alex Reeves was better at giving head than his ex-girlfriend. In fact, Bull thought as the other man fumbled his balls out of his boxers, this was hands-down the best cock sucking he'd ever had. "Fuck," Bull moaned, bracing the cold, wet cement wall, sure he was going to slip at any minute, sure the toilet bowl beneath his booted feet would crack under his heaving weight and send them both to a heap on the floor. But somehow, the position they'd assumed held - Bull, dressed in his Battle Dress Uniform, cock hanging from his unbelted pants, Alex Reed hunched down with a life-or-death lip-lock on the pulsing eight incher that hadn't been sucked since the whole fucked-up turn of events put him in this place. Bull clamped down his eyes and focused only on shooting what promised to be one hell of a load down the other man's throat. "Tell me how much you love my cock," he huffed under his breath. Alex moaned his response. The 10-4 to Bull's demand sent a hot vibration around his cock. At that point, Bull grew aware of the skill being shown to his prick - the way Alex toyed with his nuts, how he used his tongue to rub the underside of Bull's cock in a way that was way too seasoned for this to be the nineteen year old's first time of having a dick in his mouth. "You've done this before, haven't you," Bull growled, passing the palm of his hand and his fingertips over the clean-clipped stubble of the young soldier's head. Alex spit out Bull's cock and licked at the sticky juice oozing from it's piss-slit. "No way, man, I swear-" Bull looked down into the nervous blue eyes of the other man's face and sighed his disgust. "You're a fuckin' liar. A liar and a cocksucker." "I mean it, sir," Alex pleaded, lowering his face so that Bull's nuts were balanced on his nostrils. The warm breath teased the low hangers dangling out of his unzipped BDU's even looser. Bull liked it when the other new guy showed him that kind of respect. They'd established it quickly, a kind of understanding neither of them had spoken of much in the last week, but each was acutely aware of. "Who owns this mouth, faggot?" he growled in a mean, deep voice. "You do, sir." The tongue licking at his sweat-soaked balls dipped up and brushed the trigger of nerves lining the underside of Bull's fat, cut cock. Bull lurched again. It felt so good, he had to resteady his grip on the wall. The fucker between his legs knew exactly what he was doing. "Shut up and suck my cock, cocksucker," he sighed. Doing as he'd been ordered, Alex opened wide, and soon had the dripping head of Bull's prong clenched tightly between his lips. "Fuck-!" Bull half-closed his eyes and thought about Becky, about how much he would have loved to mount her tight hole - any woman's hole at this point. But those days were over. His ass and all eight inches of dick between his legs belonged to the Army. At least he had Alex. If the only head he was doomed to get for the next two years came from the mouth of another soldier, he could live with it. Hell, yeah, he thought. Every chance I get… "Aw, fuck, man," Bull groaned, drawing in a deep, sour breath of the male-stink in the air. The expert cock sucking being shown to his dick steadily worked Bull closer to the edge of dumping his load. The slurping sound between his legs had grown sloppier the longer he listened. Looking down, he saw the tight seal of Alex's lips around his cock glistening, not with spit, but precome. The sight of his spunk on another guy's face proved almost too much. "Fuckin' cocksucker," he growled. "Suck my fuckin' dick-!" Suck it, Alex did. At times, the young soldier slurping up and down on his tool would work only the head, teasing his cock to the verge of shooting. But just when Bull felt his nut sac tense, Alex would swallow the shaft all the way down to the pubes, burying his nose into the tangle of mossy-smelling curls at the base of Bull's flat, hard stomach. It felt so good, Bull almost forgot where they were, the danger of getting caught in the field house latrine, and the fact he'd let another guy go down on him. The hand jostling his nuts was a constant reminder of everything, including that he and Alex Reeves had crossed a line - and it felt fucking great. Bull wanted it to last, but the attention being shown to his cock worked him past the point of being able to hold it back any longer. He felt it first in his toes, a tingle that worked higher, up the defined muscles of his legs, under his ass, between his quads, over his nuts, all the way to the base of his shaft. "You fuckin' cocksucker," Bull grunted, this time louder than anything he'd howled in the dark, dank stall. His grip on the slick cement wall weakened. Pulling Alex's head flush up against his abdomen, Bull pumped off the first shot. He grunted as a second and third blast followed. Alex matched him well, swallowing down each squirt to keep from gagging, his own moans muffled in hot breaths across Bull's patch of dark brown man-hair. Bull shoved in one more time and spouted the last of his jizz across the other man's tongue. Reaching down, he jerked his cock free of Alex's mouth, squeezing out a few more drops of sperm. Alex licked them as they emerged, a smile on his handsome face. "I like this buddy system of ours," the man between Bull's legs whispered. "Buddy." Grinning his approval, Bull released Alex's head to wipe off the sweat covering his own face. He was about to say something when the sound of the bathroom door creaking open and the scuffle of boots on the tiled floor drove them apart. A gust of chilly December air, a raunchy mix of old piss from the urinals and cigarette smoke, swept under and over the stall. Once it was safe to, Bull quickly hopped down and followed Alex out into the winter darkness. All night long, Bull thought all night about the awesome suck-job Alex had given him. The memory kept his dick half-hard half the time, and rock hard the rest, rubbing it into the front of his fatigues. The constant rhythmic vibrations from the floor of the bus as it traveled highways and back roads didn't help; they reminded Bull of the throaty moans Alex had made around his cock twelve hours before. At one point, the cold, cramped bus came to a jerking stop under what was steadily becoming a snowy winter morning in North Carolina. Bull started awake and peered out at the way ahead of them. Flashes of the steel gray sky hanging high above the barren trees grew brighter the longer he looked, though the light held little comfort. So, he thought, this is the end of the fuckin' road… They had stopped at the cross bar of a security gate. Bull pressed his cheek against the chilly, moist glass of the window to shock him further from unconsciousness. A moment later, he felt an elbow to his ribs. "Look, Bull," Alex whispered in sleepy voice, indicating the boot camp's guard shack. The barest smell of stale come from the last load Bull had squirted infused the other man's breath. "You think we'll still get to be paired up?" Bull narrowed his eyes for a better view of base. Under the winter sky, illuminated by stark white lights and ringed by fences capped by barbed wire and a series of checkpoints, it looked more like a prison than a fresh opportunity to get his life together. "Whaddaya think, Bull?" Alex persisted. "Shut up," Bull huffed, turning to face the other man. "Stop being such a pussy." Truth was, Bull felt just as nervous, and he soon discovered, with good cause. The folder hit the top of First Sergeant Ike Samuelson's well-organized desk with a loud thunder-crack. Private Thomas John Bullen, standing stiffly at attention, had learned not to flinch or show any sign they'd gotten to him. No matter what, he wouldn't, especially to a hard-ass like Ike Samuelson. "So you're the hot-shot fuck-up from Massachusetts, the pothead who stole a car, then smashed it into three others." Staring straight ahead, doingis best not to blink, Bull answered, "Sir, yes, sir - that would be me, sir," in his best respectful voice. "That would be you, alright," Sergeant Samuelson said. "You're a real piece of work, son. A regular bull in a china shop." Somehow, around the armor he'd built up to protect himself, the barest trace of a grin slipped out to twist the corner of the young private's mouth. As soon as he realized what he'd done, Bull covered it up again, but little escaped Samuelson's eagle eye, and this didn't. "You think that's funny, shithead?" Sergeant Samuelson roared at him from across the desk. "Am I some kind of comedian to you?" "Sir, no sir," Bull said. "That's right, Grunt. I'm not fuckin' funny, and neither are you. You're one grade-A fuck nut, Private." Bull heard the shuffle of papers, knew without looking that Samuelson was leafing through a history he couldn't escape. A rush of embarrassed heat surged through the young Bull's insides. "You know why they call you a Grunt?' "Sir, 'cause I'm the lowest of the low, sir!" "That's right. You're the sound I make when I squeeze out a shit, asswipe. A Grunt! Nothing more." Try as he did to tune out the Sergeant's words, the humiliation in them echoed in Bull's mind, drawing all the moisture from his mouth and sending an invisible fist square into the pit of his stomach. With Samuelson's voice came others - every high school teacher he'd ever pissed off, his father's, Becky Kendall's, hell, even his own. This was worse than being arrested, far worse than anything that had happened to him yet. He listened to Samuelson bellow on about what a low-life screw up Thomas John Bullen was, how he wouldn't ever amount to much of anything, no way, no how, unless - The entire room seemed to distort around him, growing hotter, tenser. Bull only half-heard the rest of Samuelson's rant. Part of him wanted to cry. Soldiers don't cry, the voice in his head shouted. What do you say to that, Grunt? "What do you say to that, Private Bull?" Bull glanced up through the choking red haze surrounding him to focus directly into the First Sergeant's harsh blue eyes. It was the first time he'd dared meet his superior officer face to face, the first time he'd taken stock of his tormentor. At forty-two, Samuelson had a body that could match the best twenty year old, perfectly sculpted from his strong, folded arms down to his taught waist and football-sized quads. "Sir?" Bull half-asked, unsure of the question. "I asked you, asshole, if you plan on making a difference and doing something with your life, or would you rather remain that grunt I make each time I take a shit?" The collar of Bull's buttoned uniform shirt pulled tighter. The invisible fist squeezing his guts threw a second punch. "I didn't hear your answer, shithead!" Samuelson hooted. To his surprise, Bull felt himself shake. The rigid stance he'd assumed to salute the First Sergeant had started to collapse. Part of him wanted to ball his hands into fists and punch the fuck out of the other man for what had been said, not that he'd stand a chance. Samuelson, he knew, could split his ass down the middle in a second, and such a hostile action against a superior officerwould an the end of his life - as he'd known it, and whatever he had to look forward ahead of him. That he didn't lash out, something he would have done in that old life before joining the service, convinced Bull that maybe he did have a shot at making a new start. "Sir," Bull said in an honest, deep voice. "I want to be something more!" "Oh, you do, do you, shithead?" Samuelson spat, spraying the words into Bull's face from across the desk. With his mean, handsome scowl still in place, Samuelson rounded the desk until he stood directly eye to eye with the nineteen-year-old private. Bull felt his heart quicken pace. "You best be serious, son," the First Sergeant huffed, his voice lower, but less threatening. "I go out on a limb for you and you end up getting me hung by the nuts, I'm gonna stuff my dick down your throat and piss a hole in the back of your head. We understand each other, Private Bullen?" Bull nodded. "Yes, sir, completely." "Good," Samuelson said, adding a slight chuckle. He sized Bull up and down, shook his head, and flashed a mean grin. "You're tough, I'll give you that. It's a good start. Long way to go, but I see some real potential in you. Something to work with. Not much, but something. Might end up making you into one fine soldier." "Thank you, sir-" Bull started to say. Samuelson snapped him back into line with a face full of rage, this time delivered at point blank range. "I didn't say get cocky, or interrupt me when I'm talking. Yeah, you're tough, Ball-sac - but I'm still not convinced you got what it takes to be the toughest of the tough, a Ranger. Y